This chapter is written a bit differently, because it's not 'ordinary'. I mean, nothing in SPN is, but you'll see the change. Don't worry if you don't like it, it changes back.

CHAPTER .2.

The light was blinding but it was warm, comforting, so Sam advanced towards it, his movements like water and he reached out towards the warmth, a smile coming to his face. He could hear different voices around him, some in his head, speaking a familiar language that was unique to any other he had heard but he understood it perfectly. He heard a familiar voice echo in his head.

His brother.

Dean felt the connection when Sam heard him and without thinking, he joined Sam. He smiled; they were heading to the same place. A place that seemed so familiar, like home. Funny, thought Dean, home. We never had a house. Or a home.

His fluid movements faltered. Sam was still at complete peace, Dean could feel it, but Dean felt like he had to talk to Sam. To tell him something important.

'Sam,' he opened his mouth and his voice ringed. His brother turned slightly towards him; he could feel his attention now on him.

'Dean. We're here.'

'Sammy. Where is here?'

Dean felt Sam's peace falter, the way his had. It was like there was a cloud in his brain, a foggy white and gold cloud of purity, and he had slightly tainted it. The corners had turned an opaque grey.

Dean blinked a couple of times. Well he thought he did. He wasn't sure he had eyes.

More grey in the clouds of his mind appeared, streaking it.

Sam heard Dean thinking and he looked at the cloud and realized it was wrong. Something was wrong. His cloud got heavier, his brain forming images that he shared with Dean. The images were just beyond the cloud.

The cloud which was now almost black.

Panic. The brothers felt panic. They were slowly waking... Someone was calling them but not from beyond the cloud... From behind them. They did not know whether to turn. They didn't know whether to trust retreating their steps. They did not know or trust where it would take them.

The cloud erupted, thunder booming.

Doubt. They were in doubt.

'Trust me brother,' Said Dean outloud, his voice no longer ringing. Sam reached over to Dean, physically or mentally he could not tell, and grabbed him. By the arm, by the neuron, he still wasn't sure.

'We need to turn around,' Sam spoke and his voice did not ring either.

Lightning clashed in front of them and they turned away from it, back to the voice, the presence maybe, which had called to them earlier. It was dark and cold, but they gripped each other and threw themselves back.

SMACK.

Sam felt a physical force hit him and he knew he was no longer floating or whatever it is he was doing a moment ago. He had a face now. Someone had just hit it. It took a second to register, but he knew he had just been hit. He snapped his eyes open.

His first thought was dull. Everything was so... dull. Clarity was perfect. Colour? Awful. Sad. Lonely.

Odd.

Those feelings made him think so much at once, it hurt. Hurt. Another emotion. He didn't like it. He shied away from it.

His second thought was who.

He realized that the person in front of him had obviously been the one to hit him. The human in front of him was definitely real. The human was speaking but Sam was too busy trying to listen in his mind for Dean.

Ah, Dean was next to him, he realized internally, no physical reassurance needed. His brother was still with him. Now that he felt safe, to a certain point, he was more inclined to respond to his surroundings.

His surroundings being the human. Sam let himself hear the human.

'Sam... Can you hear me?'

'Yes,' said Sam and the human seemed to relax in relief.

'How do you feel?'

Sam ignored the question and physically turned to Dean. His brother had not yet awoken.

'Brother. Wake up.'

'Sam, listen to me,' the grave voice of the human commanded.

Sam looked at him with hard eyes.

'Sam, do you know who I am?'

Sam assessed the man. He was wearing many layers of clothing; a shirt, a tie, a suit and a large tan trench coat. He looked into the man's face and he was greeted with blue eyes and a mess of black hair. Sam looked at the fine lines of the man's face and held out his hand. The human looked at his hand but instead of shying away from it like Sam thought he might, he put his forehead underneath it as if he knew exactly what Sam wanted.

In Sam's fore-mind he saw a spin of images confront him, different scenes flicking through his mind, a thousand miles an hour; images of himself and Dean, more of his brothers, another human which Sam somehow knew was close to his heart, he saw himself and then finally he saw the man he was touching and inside the man's mind... No, not a man. A brother of his. Sam gasped and released his head.

'Brother, forgive me. I did not recognise you,' said Sam, resting his hand on the human's shoulder. Sam frowned, 'But you are human? What happened?'

'Sam, what are you talking about?'

Sam leant back. Perhaps this was not a brother of his. Sam asked him, 'are you not my brother, an angel of the Lord?' in his own language. The human looked at him, a mask of shock, before responding in the same tongue.

'Sam. How...? What...? Sam how are you an angel of the Lord?'

'The same way I could ask; why are you human? Have you fallen?' Sam was stern. The human shook his head.

'I have not fallen. Listen to me, brother, you have been cursed.' The human explained the story to Sam and Sam listened intently, his hand on Dean who was still not awake. Sam sat there in silence, frowning at what he had heard.

'I am human?'

'You don't remember anything?'

'I woke up and I was...' Sam did not say heaven; because he was sure he was not in heaven when he was gliding.

'I was not in heaven. I was on the way, with Dean,' said Sam, looking at Dean. He put both his hands on him and whispered in his language.

'Brother, wake up,' he repeated. Dean moved from underneath his hands, a bright light erupting before Dean woke with a gasp.

He sat up in shock but then felt safe as he saw his younger brother beside him.

'Brother. What have we done?' He asked. Sam looked down, 'we turned our backs on heaven because we listened to this human and followed him.'

Dean looked at Castiel up and down.

'How did a human command us to leave heaven? Is he a demon?' Dean held out his hand but Sam stopped him.

'Dean. He is a brother of ours.'

Dean looked surprised before composing his face again.

'Forgive me, brother. I must have misheard Sam when he said you were human.'

'He is human, Dean. Listen,' and Sam and Castiel explained the story.

Dean paced the room, thinking hard.

'I do not understand. You were our angel, but you... kissed... a malevolent woman who practices craft, and now... we are your angels? And you are human? But we used to be human?' Dean shook his head and looked up to the ceiling, 'help.'

'You have no idea how... bizarre this is for me. But yes, that is essentially what happened,' Castiel was frustrated, but he couldn't tell what he was more frustrated by; the fact that he was human and dealing with Sam and Dean without memories, or dealing with two angels who were being absolute dicks. This reaffirmed his decision to stay on Earth.

'We have no memories of this. Though in your memories, I saw a human which I recognised,' said Sam and Castiel's eyes widened, 'who?'

'Let me have another look,' he touched Castiel's shoulder and Castiel gasped as Sam flew through his memories again.

'There,' said Sam, freezing at the memory as it played through. He was watching a human, older than he, in human years, with facial hair and clear blue eyes. Dean felt that same feeling of familiarity when he looked at the man.

'Yes, that's Bobby,' said Castiel, relieved at the breakthrough, 'Bobby Singer. He is like a parent to you two.'

Dean nodded as he watched the scene play out in Sam's head, 'Yes, I have that same feeling.'

'I have an idea. Take us to-'

Castiel was suddenly standing in between Dean and Sam, surrounded by the broken down cars that was Bobby's wrecking yard.

'-Bobby's.' He had barely finished his sentence and Dean and Sam were already walking through the workshop and towards Bobby's house. Castiel ran to keep up.

'Listen, Dean, Sam,' he said seriously and the boys stopped, not bothering to turn around, 'Let me go in there and explain to Bobby what has happened.'

'What will that achieve?' Asked Dean.

'It will achieve you not being stabbed, because Bobby will think you have lost your sanity if you walk in there, claiming to be angels.'

Dean and Sam looked at each other.

'Five minutes,' they said and Castiel rushed forward and knocked on the door. Bobby opened it and looked at Castiel before looking at the motionless brothers.

'Damn it Cas, what did you do to them now?'

'Bobby, listen. The witch that cursed me also infected Dean and Sam,' Bobby's face turned serious, but Castiel continued, 'I accidently infected them. The spell or curse that was used has reversed our roles. I am now human,' said Cas gravelly.

Bobby raised his eyebrows, 'and Heckle and Jekyll over there?'

'Are now angels of the Lord.'

Bobby looked from Cas to Sam and Dean who were expressionless, then back to Cas, who was showing the most expression that Bobby had ever seen on his face.

'Balls.' He shook his head, then stepped aside, 'get in.'

Bobby sat at his desk while Castiel took a seat on the couch. Sam and Dean stood at the threshold.

'You're sure they aren't demons? They ain't moving,' Bobby gestured to the devil's trap on the ceiling that Sam and Dean were standing in the middle of. The brothers looked up before looking at each other, then stepping forward the necessary steps to get out of the circle. They stared at Bobby.

'Sam spoke to me in Enochian,' said Castiel, looking at the two boys.

'Angel jibberish?'

'It's not jibberish, Bobby,' said Dean. Bobby looked surprised.

'They can talk,' he said sarcastically. Dean and Sam did not pick up on the sarcasm.

'Of course, just as you can,' said Sam, confused.

'Oh crap they've turned into you,' Bobby said, looking at Castiel and refilling his glass of whiskey.

'Want one?' He asked and Dean frowned, 'we do not need alcohol, Bobby.'

'Well I sure as hell do. Cas?' He offered Castiel a glass, but Castiel reached for the bottle instead.

Sam looked at him and shook his head.

'Brother, you have let your humanity run away with you.'

Castiel looked at Sam for a moment then took a big mouthful, his cheeks pinching at the taste.

'Castiel tells us that you are like a parental figure to us?' Dean said to Bobby. Bobby sighed.

'Yep. Only one you got left.'

'We have our Father,' corrected Sam.

'Sam, shut up with the angel crap before I tear you a new one,' growled Bobby. Sam held up his hand but Castiel stood in front. Sam lowered his hand slightly.

'Brother, move. I will not ask again.'

'Sam, listen to yourself. You won't hurt this man just because he offended you. Think hard. You know this man. Look through his memories and see yourself in them. He is a father to you,' said Castiel, standing strong when he saw Sam put his hand down. Dean disappeared but then reappeared beside Bobby. He put a hand to his shoulder, almost curiously, and sifted through his memories. Bobby's eyes were wide as his memories came through, thick and fast, whizzing in front of his eyes at an impossible speed. But to Dean and Sam – who was sharing Dean's thoughts – they were looking through them thoroughly, watching themselves. Their human selves. Dean listened to his mannerisms, looked at his actions, felt the emotions of the memories. He watched himself be violent. He watched himself in agony. Crying. Hurt. In pain. He saw himself laughing, joking around with his brother Sam. Hugging Bobby. Getting holy water splashed in his face. His hand print on his arm through Bobby's eyes. Without thinking, he let go of Bobby and touched the handprint. It was still there.

He frowned and Sam frowned too, still connected to Dean's thoughts. He had seen himself too. He had seen so much pain, he didn't know how a human could take so much. But he felt the love between himself and his brother. Between himself and Bobby; the man in front of him that he barely knew, but was so familiar to him it was like he had been there his whole life.

Perhaps he had been, if Sam really was watching his whole life.

Dean rolled up his shirt sleeve and frowned at the handprint, then touched a finger to it. A spark of knowledge hit him and he looked up at Castiel.

'You... you raised me from perdition.'

'Damn straight,' said Bobby and Castiel nodded.

Dean could feel something, inside his head, as if tickling his brain, but then it wasn't tickling it was itching, scratching, scraping, slicing. Dean put his hands to his head and almost collapsed to the floor, but Sam caught him and pulled him to the middle of the room.

'Dean! What is... Oh no,' and then Sam felt it too. He could see, as if trying to remember a dream, a painful, hateful dream, and he was seeing visions of his past. He let Dean go and collapsed as well, his head burning, scalding; his scalp on fire from the inside. He yelled at the top of his lungs and around him and his brother the windows shattered, the lights flickering before sparking and imploding, more glass littering the floor. Dean shouted too and in agony he relived his memories, his brain filling with knowledge and all his experienced emotions at such a fast rate, he was surely going to die.

Castiel and Bobby were covering their heads from the falling glass, keeping away from falling objects as the room shook under their feet. They heard the clap of thunder and they moved away from the window as lightning struck the air surrounding the brothers and –in awe – Bobby and Castiel watched as the two brothers got to their knees, still yelling and seething in agony, and two huge, black shadows appeared from behind their shoulders... huge imprints of wings expanding, taking up the room behind them and Castiel, though used to the sight of wings, stared in absolute trepidation, as the brothers found their humanity while stuck in the influence of an angel's power with they had to behold.

Their souls finding their way back from wherever they were being held from them. The brothers ripped them back with force, their memories were once again theirs, their feelings were once again their own and the Earth stopped shaking; the brothers' wings folding until they disappeared once more.

Bobby and Castiel stood perfectly still, breathing fast. Something Castiel was not used to. He felt his knees shake and he realized; he was afraid. That was what human fear, mixed with a bizarre exhilaration, felt like. Adrenaline.

Sam and Dean were breathing hard, slowly getting up from the dusty carpet floor. Sam blinked a couple of times and in a swift flash he remembered everything that had happened today, but it wasn't painful, they were just memories. Now he knew exactly what the hell was going on. Dean coughed, wiping his sweaty forehead on the back of his hand, his mind clearing as the jigsaw pieces came together again. He sighed in relief.

'Sam? Dean?' It was Bobby's voice they heard and they both looked up. Castiel and Bobby were looking at them cautiously.

'Oh crap. That wasn't a dream was it,' said Sam.

'Are we really winged jerks?' Asked Dean getting up and pulling Sam with him.

Bobby nodded but Castiel smiled. Like an actual smile.

'Cas, are you smiling? Oh God. We must be dead,' said Dean, looking around, 'Cas is smiling at us.'

'Thank god,' Bobby finally smiled too, 'we thought you'd gone all God Squad on us for a second-'

'Sh!' Said Sam, holding up a hand to Bobby and tilting his head to the side. Dean did the same.

'Now what?' Exclaimed Bobby, throwing his hands up.

'You can hear them, can't you?' Asked Cas seriously, looking up at the ceiling like Dean and Sam.

'Them? Who's them?' Asked Dean, while Sam made an attempt to clear his ears.

'The angels. That's them you can hear in your head. Can you understand them?'

Dean and Sam nodded, 'I didn't know we could speak Enochian.'

Dean shrugged.

'Now we can bitch about Bobby and he wouldn't know a thing,' smirked Dean and Bobby rolled his eyes.

'But I would,' said Castiel, 'just hold on, before you listen to them.'

'Don't worry, we ain't listening to them jerks,' said Dean and Sam nodded.

'Close your mind or they'll hear you say that,' warned Cas. Dean frowned and looked at Sam. Close our minds? How the hell are we supposed to do that?

Sam shrugged. The brothers looked at each other in horror. They had closed their minds to the other angels but now they were open to each other.

'Could be worse,' said Sam. Dean rolled his eyes, 'how could it be worse? You and your big angst moose head.'

'How could what be worse?' Asked Bobby, confused and utterly frustrated.

'Listening to Sam's head go bla bla bla,' muttered Dean.

'Oh because yours is so interesting. Just let me go to sleep before you tonight, I don't want to hear your mind while you 'lay' in bed.'

'Will you two give it a rest?' said Bobby. The boys fell silent.

'You two need to listen to me carefully. If you're going to be angels, then there are some rules,' said Castiel solemnly.

'Woah, hey. We aren't staying as angels,' said Dean.

'You killed the witch. Her magic is still working. Until we can figure out how to stop it, you're going to have to shut up and listen to me, or you will get yourselves killed. Understand?' Cas said in a deadly serious tone. Sam and Dean nodded.

A/N; I apologize for constantly going back n forth between calling Cas just 'Cas' or 'Castiel'. When I have a spark of knowledge and write quickly, I just say Cas but when I'm kinda dawdling then I write Castiel. Hope you enjoy so far, more chapters up in a tick.